Heart failure

Cardiology

We won—Marvyn Chan, Ces Tuazon, and I—in the Heart Failure Quiz organized by the Heart Failure Society a few days ago. Praise be to God from Whom all blessings flow. Thanks for your prayers.

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  1. UnknownSat Nov 26, 10:05:00 PM GMT+8

    CongratS!! Anong prize? :D

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  2. Lance CatedralSun Nov 27, 09:42:00 AM GMT+8

    May pera po!

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  3. Kristina BalmesSun Nov 27, 08:21:00 PM GMT+8

    The the other day, nakita ko sa Facebook timeline ko yung random posts tungkol sa recently held Heart Failure Conference. Pati na din yung Heart Failure Quiz at yung result. Imagine my delight nung nakita ko po kayo sa picture. Huhuhu.

    "Si Bottled Brain ay IM resident na nga pala ngayon!!!"

    Nakikibasa lang po ako ng blog niyo dati nung incoming 1st year ako at intern naman po kayo. Nabalitaan ko din sa blog niyo nung nagboards kayo, at nung nag-apply at natanggap kayo sa residency. Pero hindi pala nag-sink in until nakita ko kayo in parallel with my OMMC residents.

    Sobrang late ko na pero congratulations po sa inyo. :) Sorry sa pagiging giddy, hindi ko din po ma-explain kung bakit. Haha.
    God bless po! :D

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  4. Lance CatedralMon Nov 28, 10:45:00 AM GMT+8

    Sayang, Kristina, dapat binati mo rin ako. Masaya naman sa convention, ano? Daming pagkain! Hahaha.

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